A little boy laid unconscious on the streets of New York. He seemed almost lifeless. The only sighs he was still alive was his breathing.

A figure loomed over the boy. The figure was a hooded man around his 30's. The man knelt beside the boy, his features showed concern. The man checked for any injurys on the boy. He turned the boy over and saw a large black and blue bruise on the boy's arm. The man also noticed the boy held a hockey mask in his arms. The man pulls out a roll of bandages and wraps them around the boy's arm. The boy shivers  as the cold air blows. The man takes off his red jacket and places it on the boy's shoulders before picking up the boy in his arms. The man knew he had to find the boy's parents. The man walks off into the night with the boy in his arms.

12 years later,

Foot ninja crowed around a large wear house. Stealing whatever weapons they could for the Foot Clan. Bradford smirks as he observes the foot ninja.

Suddenly Shadows appear inside the wearhouse. Completely surroundings the wearhouse.

Bradford growls in anoyounce as he takes out his blade, pointing at the shadows.

"I know your there !" Bradford shouts.

Bradford hears grunts behind him. Bradford  whips around  to see all his foot ninjas on the ground. Bradford growls again.

Come out you Bastards !!!!!! Bradford shouts at the shadows.

The next thing Bradford knew he was on flat on his face. He tried to get up but something or someone knocks him out cold. The shadows suddenly disappear from the wearhouse leaving a shrukin as a calling card.

SHADOWS OF THE VIGILANTES

Note- I hope you guys  like it. My brother  and I worked hard on this chapter. Also the flashback will be important  later on.